Walking around the nursery, bouncing his son in his arms, the being known as Eyeless Jack reminisced on his past, hair a mess and bags under his eye sockets. The last few months had been rough in the way only having a newborn in the house could be, but he wouldn't trade a single second of it for anything.

After all that happened at college, Jack had been lost, the no longer human man running loose, hungry, murderous; a true heir of Chernabog (whatever that was). He'd made quite the reputation for himself, at least online, before he remembered you. And the moment his jumbled memories of you became clear, he hurried to return to the person he promised to someday marry.

That had been years ago, and now you and Jack were... well, not officially married (a little impossible what with him legally being dead and not-human) but together, potentially forever since Jack didn't seem to age and he was determined to figure out a way to replicate some of what happened to him with you– hopefully with a lot less eye gauging and demonic sacrifice.

In the meantime, though, life went on, and Jack discovered that his new biology gave him certain... ah, what's the correct word... abilities? Urges? Responsibilities–?

A coo followed by a tiny fist tugging on his hair made Jack blink, smiling down at his boy. Regardless of what led him to suggest the idea to you... he was glad it happened; that they had Mason.

As the 'Heir Of Chernabog', Jack kinda, sorta, maybe needed an heir too– again, weird and he didn't fully understand it all despite having all the books and research from the cult that turned him into... this. Anyway– weird instincts aside– you and him were now parents to Mason Nyras, a little boy with fluffy brown hair, grey skin, and black sclera. And while Jack was saddened his baby boy was cursed like him, he loved him immensely despite it all.

With a sigh, Jack exited the nursery since Mason didn't seem like he was going back to sleep anytime soon.

"Hey, babe? I think Mason wants to play. You busy?" He asks.